Yin Buqi said as he carried Jiang Niannian to a chair and ran his bony fingers through her hair. "I'll help Niannian comb her hair."

Some hairs scratched Jiang Niannian's face, making it itchy.

Before she could reach out to wipe it away, Yin Buqi raised his hand and held it in his own.

"Don't move, I'll do it."

He is already good-looking, and this serious look makes him even more attractive.

His fingers played with her hair deftly, meticulously, not like a blind man.

Jiang Niannian felt that her heart was not listening to her. She wanted to reach out to remove the white cloth covering her eyes, but Yin Buqi grabbed her and said, "Niannian, stop it. It's too ugly. It will scare you."

Somehow, Jiang Niannian felt a little distressed, so she withdrew her hand and sat down obediently.

His fingers moved through his hair like a wooden comb for half an incense stick of time.

Yin Buqi's fingers touched her face intentionally or unintentionally, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

They were too close, and Jiang Niannian couldn't help but glance at Yin Buqi's rosy lips.

He seemed very happy, with a smile on his lips.

A small black ball caught Jiang Niannian's attention.

Then, Yin Buqi kicked the little black head that came over to the side.

The little black ball whined for a while and tried to come over, but Yin Buqi pushed it away with his hand, "Get out of here."

His eyes were somewhat unhappy, and he pointed at the palace door and said, "Get out."

"Awoo~" The little black ball cried out in grievance and went out of the hall. The look on his face melted Jiang Niannian's heart.

As I was looking at it, my eyes were covered by a pair of hands: "Don't show it to me."

He straightened her head and said, "Niannian, just look at me like you did just now."

Jiang Niannian: "..." Why does this pretty boy seem a little childish? Why does it feel like a boyfriend is competing with a pet for affection? But she is not his girlfriend...

Another half cup of tea passed, and her long hair was finally tied up with a jade hairpin.

Jiang Niannian made a random move, and when she saw herself in the mirror, she felt a little jealous, "You comb your hair so well, who combed it before?"

"It has only been combed by Nian Nian, not by anyone else."

Full of lies!

He can comb his hair so well, he must have practiced secretly, it's impossible for him to comb his hair into a bun like a girl.

Yin Buqi chuckled, his tone full of doting: "Nian Nian is so pretty."

"You can't see it again." Jiang Niannian couldn't figure out whether he was sincere or just fishing.

"I remember. I remember every detail of Nian Nian."

Jiang Niannian was slightly startled, and her heartbeat was a little jittery again: "Do we know each other?"

Yin Buqi did not answer and said, "Let's go, Nian Nian, it's time to go to hell."

Jiang Niannian gazed at him quietly in his arms, her eyes full of resentment.

No, he was fine just now, why did he suddenly want me to die? This pretty boy has two faces?!

As if he knew what she was thinking, Yin Buqi said, "This hell is not that hell."

As he spoke, he held her in his arms and flew away into the air, dancing like a butterfly or a swaying ghost.

When they landed again, they both changed into white outfits, with fine gold lines outlining their delicate contours. They were created by Yin Buqi using magic, and looked like couple outfits.

There is no distinction between day and night in the underworld; it is always dark from beginning to end.

There was a pitch-black forest ahead. The deeper we went, the more strange ghosts we encountered on the roadside. They became more and more densely packed, and the noises were louder and more noisy.

Jiang Niannian: "...I don't want to go anymore. How about you just kill me?"

Yin Buqi smiled and said, "Come with me." Then he took her hand and walked forward.

Jiang Niannian was scared at first, but as she walked, she was no longer afraid. The ghosts seemed a little afraid of her, and would look in their direction from time to time, then run away in panic.

She wondered, "What's wrong with them? Are we monsters?"

Yin Buqi thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe Nian Nian is too cute. They were so cute that they ran away... How about Nian Nian kills them?"

Jiang Niannian: “…”

Going further, the view suddenly opens up and a bridge across the water appears.

The water surface was calm, but there was a faint groaning sound like a ghost.

On one side of the bridge, three yellow lanterns flickered in the wind, each with a blood-red character on it, which read: Naihe Bridge. On the other side stood a stone tablet with the words: On the Naihe Bridge, what can we say? We cannot cross the Forgetful River, regardless of right or wrong.

There is no right or wrong in front of the Three Lives Stone, I will meet Meng Po on the edge of my hometown.

In the dim light, an old woman in ragged clothes was taking out hot soup from a bamboo basket and handing it to the ghosts queuing up. After the ghosts finished drinking, they jumped from the bridge into the river one after another.

Jiang Niannian asked: "What is this for?"

Yin Buqi said, "The bottom of this river leads to hell. After a person dies, the body will decay, and the soul will be led into the underworld to be judged and reincarnated. If you want to be reincarnated, you need to go to hell to collect the three souls and six spirits that have been scattered. Each soul or one spirit corresponds to a level of hell. But you can never know which level you will go to, nor do you know what will be waiting for you on that level."

"What if you don't want to be reincarnated and just want to be a wandering soul in the underworld?"

Yin Buqi sneered: "Ghosts that have never been to hell can only exist for a month at most, and will completely disappear from the world after a month."

Jiang Niannian swallowed and nodded: "So you brought me here to understand the situation, right? I have understood it and can leave now."

Yin Buqi held her back, his smile deepening: "No, we'll go down too."

Just as Jiang Niannian was about to speak, a ghost climbed out of the river, wet and horrible, and ran and shouted: "I will never go to hell again. I would rather have my soul scattered. This is too horrible! If I continue like this, I will die down there sooner or later!"

Seeing this, the ghosts around began to whisper.

"Isn't that Zhang Sheng? What happened to him?"

"Last month was his seventh time in hell. This time he came out with his soul intact, so it should be his eighth time."

"So amazing! But he is only one level away from reincarnation. It's a pity to give up now."

"Don't feel sorry for him. He's not a good guy. I heard from people who came out with him before that he was very cunning and killed many people in hell. Although he didn't kill them personally, they were all scapegoats who died because of him!"

A somewhat depressed ghost sighed: "Well, it's fine this way. Life in the world will end, and death in the underworld is no big deal... In a few days it will be my fourth time in hell. I hope I can get out of this river again."

"Take care." Another ghost patted his shoulder.

Jiang Niannian came back to her senses, her heart pounding: "So, hell is dangerous?"

"It's very dangerous. You may die at any time." Yin Buqi said calmly.

Jiang Niannian's legs went limp: "Then why should I go down too?"

"Don't be nervous, let's go down and have some fun."

Jiang Niannian: "..." Do you think you are very humorous? This is called playing around? This is called playing with your life!

Yin Buqi raised his eyebrows, looked at her, and then said firmly: "Don't worry, I won't let Nian Nian die."

Jiang Niannian looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds, turned around and ran away: Sorry for disturbing you, goodbye!

Unexpectedly, just as she took one step forward, someone grabbed her by the collar, pulled her into his arms with great force, and jumped down while holding her.

Damn it, you pretty boy, you're trying to attack by surprise, you have no moral principles!